Lexi Hunter was a natural beauty.
From her crystal blue eyes to her ‘baby pink,’ painted toenails.
I knew the exact shade, because I’d asked during our first bubble bath in the heart-shaped tub in the hotel room.
Her toes looked fantastic sticking out of the foamy bubbles.
They also looked awesome wrapped around my waist.
“That only pertains to money. When it comes to dodging trouble, I’ll let you take all the blame.”
Once again—I couldn’t help it.
I lowered my lips to hers. “You’re so fucking cute,” I said and kissed her. She sighed and opened for me right away.
Her tongue touched mine just as I felt her hands weave behind my neck.
Lexi held my head to hers, and I fucking loved it when she did that.
I deepened the kiss and yanked her body right into mine.
God, she was so soft. The way her breasts pressed into my chest made me want to take her directly to the backseat of my car.
Just as I was starting to imagine some really great positions for us in my car—I heard a loud, “Bienvenue!” a man’s voice shouted out in heavily accented French. “Mademoiselle Hunter and Monsieur Turner.”
We broke our kiss, and Lexi gasped as we stared at all the eyes staring back at us.
“Dad?” she whispered as she held her breath.
Ah, for Christ's sakes.